summer holidays, 1975. well, not really-- these were taken just this afternoon, but through the magic of hipstamatic, it could almost be one of my own childhood summers. long, lazy days spent sprawling on the grass, listening to the soft buzz of insects & the distant hum of lawns being mowed. lying beneath endless blue skies, looking for pictures in the scatter of clouds above. sun-warmed skin & the feeling that anything-- anything-- was possible.
Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ~Henry James
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